Isabelle Tono Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

RangerWiki

So, I head back to the office, and on the way, I pass by the Tono Castle ruins. It’s such a cool spot, but I barely have time to appreciate it. I’m just rushing, thinking about my boss and the numbers.

Walter Luis Tono